"Yeah," slipped in Sam, "wait till you get some real evidence against her. Suspicion ain't anything."
"It would be enough for me to arrest her all right," persisted the district attorney.
"Blah! You couldn't hold her a week," averred Craft, "and you know it. And lemme tell you, I don't believe she knows any more about Bill Wingo than I do. You know they busted up this winter some time."
"Changed your tune mighty sudden," sneered the district attorney. "On the way out you were as sure as the rest of us we'd get some kind of a clue at Walton's. Those cartridges——"
"Dry up about those cartridges!" exclaimed Felix. "You got cartridges on the brain."
Then the wrangle became general.
Hazel, standing in the doorway, watched the cavalcade disappear around the bend in the draw.
"I guess," she said, taking a box of cartridges from the top shelf and snicking open the sealing with a finger nail, "I guess I'd better load this rifle."